Drug use back in my youthBy A. M. Johnson
May 24, 2019
Once in a while someone or something comes across that is fitting in response to concerns of a current issue or situation facing society. Such is the following gleaned from an unknown author.
The Parents who drugged us.
Recently in a discussion someone asked a rhetorical question. "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher of the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower beds.
I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for t kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.
These drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Received May 21, 2019 - Published May 24, 2019
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